This was bullshit.

     “Stop,” Talia said.

     “Talia,” Parker said, a note of pleading in his voice.

     He’d stopped in front of his bedroom door, across from where he’d left Talia standing, but he hadn’t turned around.

     Talia crossed the room and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face her.

     “You can’t just kiss me like that and then walk away,” she said, searching his eyes.

     Parker closed his eyes for a moment, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. His chest rose and fell with rough breaths, and there was a distinct bulge in his jeans. Talia stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his. He stepped...